Two faces in 1
I met this person.
I saw enough actions.
All these in just one face.
I thought I knew him well.
He was qualified as a friend.
Then I saw the end,
There was another face.
A face I did not race,
Because it was far beyond my pace.
So I stop to understand,
In the same land.
I putted my ambigious eyes on him.
I could never imagine this person to wear this face.
It's not that this face is bad, it may be though.
But I expected better from him.
He only revealed this face in a different environment.
Different cement.
And different weather.
To come to think of it.
He weared two faces all along.
I was just too ignorant to see it as that.
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